Mom got me. She got me good. Ok, I admit that I made it easier on her than usual (only one gimme some frooooot baaaaaat). See, yesterday, I kinda freaked her out, so I didn't feel right making her work for the froot bats. Yesterday morning, while she was in the shower, I helped myself to some honey. About 8 oz or so. It was sooooo delicious. And so easy to get to. It was a plastic container, so after Hurl Grey whapped it off the counter, I chewed the top off and went to town. But I did learn something about my relationship with honey - it's temporary. See, I guess when you eat that much honey, it doesn't like to stay for long. While Mom was cleaning up what dripped on the carpet, she noticed that I was acting all nauseous and lip-licky. So she took me outside. And all that delicious honey came right back. It was kind of a drag. At least I got to hang onto that box of Lucky Charms for most of a day. So even though Mom was freaked out and all, she was a little bit happy that she didn't have to make another horribly embarrassing call to the v-e-t. She said she didn't feel like getting laughed at today. hehe
Happy Weekend everybuddy!
PS - Don't forget to scroll down and check out the twins' post for International Box Day.
